eggbowl | In my blood...

In my blood...

[everything happened so quickly and so slowly, everything that happened is nothing but a haze in Dohalim’s mind. he isn’t sure what had transpired, all he can think about are the dredged up memories he’d spent so long suppressing, tamped down and never to be brought to light ever again. the despair had overtaken him, distant screams and thoughts of death clouding his thoughts as gleaming, liquid silver splashed into view. all he knew after that was unadulterated rage, wanting nothing more than to banish those with him, and to punish those who were responsible.

trails of blood and carnage followed Dohalim to the palace as he tore through any Renan in his path. they could no longer be trusted. the ideals of coexistence is now nothing but a burned up dream; he now sees their true colours. the Dahnans were not the ones at fault here, he could not blame them. but those who got in his way are pulled away by summoned vines as he continues his warpath.

blood splatters the pristine walls of Autelina Palace, an angry contrast to the calming whites, golds, blues and greens, crimson liquid staining the fresh plants and flowers lined up along the walls. countless times had he been met with Renan resistance, clearly those who are dissidents of his rule. they did not stand for very long. the audacity they had to stand up against a lord like him…

vines rip the doors open to his chambers where Kelzelik and his supporters huddle together, eyes widened to see Dohalim stand before them, rod in hand. words are not exchanged as those same vines wrap themselves around those who’d dare to oppose him, their pleas falling on deaf ears as they slowly squeeze the lives out of them. all, except Kelzelik, one of those who Dohalim had trusted the most. one who seemed to follow his every order, his every suggestion, his every dream for this realm. the blood on Dohalim’s hands are also on his former advisor’s, as he gestures to the men struggling around them]

You did this.

[Dohalim’s voice sounds strange even to him, hoarse and pained. maddened eyes stay on the man, standing unflinching as thorns burst from the vines and through those it’s ensnared. crimson blooms of roses blend with the blood as it drips from the petals as he puts to rest those who had tried to seize his realm.

when Dohalim is finally found, he’s still in his chambers, on his knees, arms wrapped tightly around himself as hands grasp onto his shoulders, his breathing is ragged and erratic]

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[it's become an easy routine. the slightest provocation, from a tug on their bond to a direct request to meet him somewhere, sees Zhongli setting down whatever he's doing with interminable swiftness in the effort of obeisance.

today, it's a simple one - meet Dohalim in the gardens. much has changed over time, at least when it comes to the perception of the rest of the country. it hadn't been intended to reveal his original form, even in part... but in protecting the people and Dohalim himself, he'd had no choice. honestly, as his tail sways comfortably behind him in thick, sinuous motions, he can't say he minds. slipping past the gate, the deity takes a moment to take in the gardens and search for the young Renan.]

... Dohalim? I apologise for the wait...

[really, he'd only been gone for a few minutes, but still. it feels right by now, apologising for the slightest inconvenience. the idea of it not being enough isn't even stressful anymore, nor the uncertainty of what he might be walking into. it makes his heart race, but the sensation along their bond is one of quiet curiosity and excitement.]

[while Dohalim had known since the conception of their contract that Zhongli is a deity of this world and not a regular Renan or Dahnan, seeing his true form still surprised him. to think, that this elemental being with draconic features... shocking, to say the least.

that, of course, doesn't stop him from wanting the deity. in fact, it's only wanted to claim him even more. to have a god bend to a mortal's will so easily... at first, it was part of their contract, but now... Dohalim is sure that Zhongli just enjoys it. and, of course, the corruption had taken that and exploited it as much as it can be.

when Zhongli finally rejoins him in the garden, Dohalim is sat in a chaise lounge, a book in one hand, and a waterpipe hose in the other. he blows out a billow of smoke; while they're outside, there's still a thin veil of smoke around him. the corruption had taken over again, but now, Dohalim doesn't fight it. what's the point, when this keeps happening, and more frequently, too? he keeps hurting Zhongli, but he also heals him after, and the deity hadn't left him yet, so... it's okay, right? just as long as he can fix whatever the corruption does to Zhongli, then it's fine. it's fine.

through the smoke, Dohalim looks up at Zhongli, a sharp look in his eyes, a contrast from his usually soft gaze. it's apparent that he'd slipped into that darkness, but he doesn't move just yet. he quickly flicks his gaze to the ground in front of him, before flicking it back up to Zhongli. a hint for him to kneel]

You apologise, and yet... You do this, time and time again. You've left me alone again. I don't remember giving you permission to do so for so long.

[even if it was a handful of minutes, it's still a handful too long]

[most, of course, don't realise the depths of Zhongli's powers. those who do know about his draconic features typically think him just some measure of mysterious traveler, perhaps an ill-known Renan, and his benevolence has won him no shortage of allies regardless.

still, he's hardly distracted by that. indeed, their circumstance has changed significantly, the corruption and pain of it something he's come to anticipate just as much as the soft moments of connection between the two of them. Dohalim is... complex, yes, troubled certainly, and yet... and yet, he finds himself drawn to both sides of the man.

so now, as Dohalim looks up at him with that sharp, faintly imperious gaze, his breath hitches softly at the realisation. how quickly had it set in, he wonders? really, he wasn't gone so long at all... but it's long enough to see the chaise occupied, the waterpipe lit... maybe it was longer than he thought.

the deity bites his lip at the hint of just what the man wants, and the speed with which he complies is almost ludicrous. it's most unlike him, kneeling down to set himself before the other man, to look up with mixed curiosity and hesitation. what will his punishment be today?]

Ah... you did not. How shall I apologise, then...?

[it's effort, keeping the breathy hint from his voice. hands shift forward to touch the Renan's leg, an idle, soothing motion that's much more like him. it won't fix everything, they both know that, but he extends the offer anyway. his tail curls faintly behind him, more indicative of his faint hesitation than the rest of him.]

I'm sure you can be creative.

[snapping the book shut and setting it beside him, Dohalim leans forward. his hand comes up to wrap his fingers around Zhongli's neck lightly, lifting his chin up to look at him better]

Your time belongs to me. I would suggest you remember that.

[before Zhongli can answer back, he leans in to capture his lips; a hard kiss that lacks the warmth it usually does, a kiss meant to show dominance. amber eyes watch Zhongli as Dohalim peers into that golden gaze, with a look that tells Zhongli that he does, indeed, belong to him. Dohalim doesn't think he would, but he would like to see the deity argue that point.

the kiss is brief, and Dohalim pulls back, but not before nipping at the other's bottom lip. his hand doesn't leave Zhongli's neck just yet, feeling the breath and swallow under his fingertips. his thighs spread apart ever so slightly, another not so subtle hint of what Dohalim wants from the deity]

Creative. I suppose.

[Zhongli's gaze is still filled with his usual strength and sort of mysterious charm. something this side of Dohalim seems... rather upset by, in truth.

his lips part to respond but there's no time; lips capture his and his eyelids flutter slightly, struggling not to give in immediately. he likes when the Renan toys with him, after all... if he's honest, even staring defiantly into the other's gaze, he wants so badly to melt.

there's little relief when he pulls back either, lip twitching with the little nip at it, throat shifting with his still even breaths.]

I wonder if I am, in fact, creative with any of this...

[he sounds a little amused, truthfully. there's little creativity to the actual actions, after all. Dohalim makes it abundantly clear what it is he wants, and Zhongli's hands slide over his thighs to pull clothing out of the way. it's been a while, hasn't it? at least, he thinks it's been long enough that he does sort of ache to taste the man again.

how absurd. it doesn't stop him at all, tongue sliding out to lap along the length of Dohalim's cock once he's pulled it free, lips wrapping around the tip to tease at his slit.]

[ah, Zhongli does move with quiet efficiency, and that, Dohalim does have to appreciate. as his clothing is moved around, he lets go of the other's neck, leaning back on the chaise to watch the other work. his hand opts to thread through Zhongli's hair, his eyes fluttering for a moment as those soft lips envelop the tip of his cock. really, with his hand in the deity's hair, he could just push his head down, make him choke on the length, feel that warm throat contract around it and watch those golden eyes shine with tears as they plead for mercy. he could do all of that, and Zhongli can't do a thing about it. but... perhaps he'll be merciful for the moment, especially with that tongue of his teasing the slit, no doubt tasting the precum that had already begun to slowly seep from it. as desperate Zhongli can be sometimes, Dohalim... well, he won't admit it out loud, but there's a bit of that same desperation.

or, perhaps, it's more of a need to watch the deity come to ruin for being treated so roughly.

Dohalim looks down Zhongli's back, to the tail curled around him. still a surprising revelation... he wants to touch it, feel it under his fingers, squeeze it. but in this position, of course he won't be able to... he takes a drag out of his pipe as his eyes flick between the tail, to the top of Zhongli's head as he works. a thought comes to him; maybe he could...]

Mm... [he blows out the smoke in a slow exhale] Go on...

[He can't put his finger on what it is about this that he finds so... alluring. A hand threaded Ingi his hair as both idle encouragement and a threat; he knows full well just how much strength is in the Renan's body, when he wants to bring it to bear.

More still, he really could just push his head down... but for now, he seems content. The taste of precum on his tongue makes Zhongli shiver, warm and salty, tainted slightly with the scent of smoke in the open air. It's only deepened as the Renan exhales, smoke billowing out into the air.]

Mm... mmn...

[He never knows, really, exactly what Dohalim wants. Maybe that's it - that he wants the deity to be so off the mark that he can do whatever he likes. No matter; his mouth wraps around more of the man's cock, head bobbing in easy, smooth motions. It's not long before the tip brushes his throat and he swallows to prepare to take it in, gaze turned upward to watch the redhead's expression.]

[he really is very pretty to look at, especially like this, so willing to do whatever it is Dohalim wants him to do. upon first glance, Dohalim's face is that of passive expression, as if already bored of watching Zhongli. but upon closer inspection, there's that undeniable hunger in his darkened eyes, to match the fingers tightening in the deity's hair. the mouthpiece of the pipe rests against Dohalim's bottom lip, as he lets out a soft sigh that hitches as he feels the tip hit the back of the other's throat. ah... he really does take his cock in very well...

sliding his hand through the dark tresses of Zhongli's hair, Dohalim pushes down at the back of his head, to slip more of his cock into that wet heat, to hilt himself completely in the deity's mouth. that is when he doesn't relent, keeping the pressure against Zhongli's head, not allowing him to pull away. the amber hunger turning almost ravenous]

Ah... Look at you. At the whims of a mortal...

[eyes flash indigo as his vines are summoned, slowly creeping up on Zhongli, wrapping themselves around his ankles and tail. gentle, juxtaposed with the look in Dohalim's eyes]

Nn--nnph-!

[Zhongli gives a noise of protest as Dohalim hilts himself, eyelids fluttering as he's held there. he's always so consistent in that, and it makes the deity's cock ache despite himself, tears starting to prickle in his eyes. the hunger in his partner's is unmistakable, imperious and sharp. it's what he likes the most, he thinks, settled into this space of being at someone else's mercy.

his brows furrow at the flicker of indigo though, confusion melting into shock as vines wrap around his ankles and tail. the latter is... ah. it's too sensitive, and he can't keep that fact hidden like this. not when his moans catch on the cock stretching his throat, cheeks heating up as his tail curls. hands press faintly into his thighs, fighting the urge to tremble there too. just what is it he plans to do with all of that? Zhongli has an idea, and yet...]

[there's a small grin on his lips as he feels that throat contract around his cock, paired with the vibration of a particular moan only revealed after his vines had taken their hold on Zhongli. hm... interesting, he thinks, as he watches the subtle reactions from the other, namely how his tail curls from the touch. that only urges Dohalim to manipulate the plant to wrap firmly around this appendage, just to see if he can elicit more of those sounds and reactions.

his curiosity nearly makes him forget about Zhongli's head pressed down; he lifts his hand up a little, but not enough that his fingers aren't threaded through his hair still]

Every time... I do have to wonder how far you are willing to let me go... Will you let me spread you apart mercilessly, until you're begging for my cock inside of you...?

[the vines snake up Zhongli's thighs, guiding them apart gently]

Not that you deserve it just yet. Hm... Perhaps my vines will be a suitable replacement, for now...

[vines wrap around his tail, firm and strong, and Zhongli's hips tremble at the faint pull. the appendage shifts and squirms against its bindings, more as they get closer to the base.

more still, it's good to get a breath as Dohalim releases his head a little, gulping in air between licks and sucks. it's funny how enthusiastic he is for sucking the Renan's cock, but he really can't help it. he speaks of how far he could go, and Zhongli considers pulling back to answer; it should be obvious by now, he thinks. all the times he's taken it, enjoyed it.

he shouldn't admit that though, he thinks. especially as the vines snake up his thighs and guide them apart, pulling fabric a little tighter over his skin. is he... is he planning on just letting them fuck him through his clothing?! it's bad enough he can already feel himself straining them, but... ah. he should find a way to get them out of the way, but with the focus on his tail, he can barely find his mind enough to move beyond trying to present himself.

it'd be more embarrassing if he was actually naked, probably, but it's bad enough he can barely even give a half-hearted look as a plea to stop. Dohalim won't, he knows, but he has to.]

[he could. he could just let the vines tear into Zhongli's pants and find their way into him. what would the deity do? what would he say? would he simply take it? his eyes say to stop, but do they really? or does Zhongli, in reality, want him to continue?

the Renan supposes he shouldn't, though. he'd hate to destroy a nice garment for the sake of fucking the deity raw.

Dohalim has to wonder just how much he can get away with. another vine slips in between Zhongli's thighs, before pressing up against his cock, to tease and make this just a little more torturous. honestly, with how greedy the other is about sucking him off... it's rather shameless. even more so after the attention on his tail... who would have thought?]

I do have to wonder if I can get you off just by touching your tail. Or maybe I could edge you close to orgasm, only to deny you that satisfaction. After all, you are to be punished, so why should I reward you with release?

[he takes another drag from his pipe casually, all things considered, as his other hand tightens around dark locks, before guiding Zhongli's head back down. he does have to wonder just how pretty his face would be with his cum dripping off it. a pretty mental image indeed]

[it's complicated, of course. there's a touch of actual discomfort as the vines slip between his thighs, sinuous and persistent. there's no disconcerting smell or... anything... but it's enough to slit his pupils in memory of something else.

the vine presses against his cock and Zhongli makes an undignified noise, face turning deeply red.]

That-- haah... ah... I don't... mmph-!

[a hand tightens in his hair and pushes his head back down, cutting off any further protests. his eyelashes flutter as it slides in deep, cock twitching against the vine teasing against him. he has to... he has to get his pants off, at least. could Dohalim get him off just with his tail? absolutely. he could edge him, could punish him as long as he likes and he'd probably thank him later.

one hand shifts away from Dohalim's thighs to fumble with his zipper, hips squirming intensely. they're way too tight, and the vines are... embarrassing. not as bad as the tentacles he remembers (though they hadn't been this intentional, had they?) but still.]

[goodness, that flustered look really is pretty, isn't it... despite the indignity of the sounds coming from him, if Zhongli wanted to protest, he'd try harder, Dohalim thinks. the vine on the other's tail only tightens ever so slightly, the one pressed against him relents ever so slightly as Zhongli moves to try to unzip his pants. if it weren't for the indigo glow of Dohalim's eyes, one could think that the vines have a mind of their own. perhaps it's a good thing they don't, with the rate of how they're moving and touching him.

another drag of the pipe and billow of smoke, Dohalim slides in his seat a little as he pushes the deity's head down even more. his hips shift up into that wet heat; really, he can't get enough of Zhongli's mouth. for a deity to be so willing to take all of him so readily... there's definitely a feeling of power he has. usually, he's not so willing to lord over someone in such a way; maybe it's the corruption talking, but gods does he want to keep using Zhongli until he himself is satisfied. every intimate encounter they have like this, where any of the sweetness is removed, Dohalim has to wonder just how much more he can break Zhongli. how much more he can turn him into a desperate mess, begging for more, begging for him]

[If he could find his senses, maybe he'd try harder. He hadn't realised precisely how weak he is to having his tail toyed with, but in the end... if he keeps in mind what they are and are not, it's almost pleasant. That doesn't stop him from making another noise when the vine tightens over his tail, body jolting when his attempts to wiggle it free only make the tight sensation at its base even worse. It takes an embarrassing amount of fumbling just to free his cock from its cloth prison as a result.

And there's no time to focus on the relief of it as the redhead pushes his head down. Cheeks puff out briefly as the deity adjusts, keeping him from choking when hips rise up toward his face. Saliva drips down his chin as he dutifully deepthroats his partner, hand trembling as Zhongli struggles to focus past the tears brimming in his eyes. He can't-- he doesn't want to make it obvious how much the vine coiled around his tail is turning him on, but once he's freed his cock, that hand moves almost frantically to try and pull it away. Given he's much less worried about the one actively between his legs, it's not hard to extrapolate that appendage is more sensitive than it appears.]

Would it be bold of me to say that you may be enjoying this?

[there's an almost gleeful tone in Dohalim's voice, amused that Zhongli is getting aroused by his vines, and his cock down his throat. the latter had been something he discovered very quickly, but the former is a surprise. and judging by how Zhongli reaches for the one wrapped around his tail, and not the one pressing up in between his thighs, Dohalim, amidst his own arousal, can put two and two together. how fascinating and amusing, indeed.

however, he can't have the deity try to fight it too much, that wouldn't be fun at all. with a wave of Dohalim's hand, the vine tightens its hold on Zhongli's tail, giving it a yank. another one comes to wrap itself around his wrist to pull his hand away, binding it to his back. that's much better.

Dohalim does give Zhongli a reprieve, as he yanks his head back up to let him breathe. he doesn't let up on the vines, however, wanting to watch the deity's face contort as he continues to play with his tail. another vine had joined the fray, sneaking past the waistband of Zhongli's now loosened pants, pressing delicately against his entrance. really, if this were any other time, Dohalim would have something to say about his newfound control over his vines. he knew that he was able to manipulate them, but to this degree... he almost has to wonder why that is. not that he minds it, oddly enough]

Mm-mmn—!

[Zhongli's flush doesn't fade at all when Dohalim speaks, eyelids fluttering when the vine yanks at his tail. Ah... fuck. That's almost dizzyingly pleasant, his cock throbbing as electric sensation courses through him. His hand is almost comically easily immobilised, wrapped tight against his back.]

Ggh... haah... ah... d-don't...

[His voice is thin and hoarse, body trembling as his tail shifts and moves against its captor.]

Not... not there... please...

[It feels too good. His other hand curls against Dohalim's thigh, honeyed, needy gaze turned upward. Not there, he says, but his body certainly suggests otherwise.

More still as another one slips into his pants and presses at his entrance, earning an almost helpless moan as he jolts. It's strange, but he can't make himself mind. Not really. His cheek rests against the Renan's leg, bound arm tugging at its vine. What will it feel like? They're so slim, at least these are... but he can imagine it, can't he? Vines pressing their way inside, stretching his hole open for the redhead to watch...

His cock drips precum at the thought, tongue slipping between his lips for each soft, panting breath.]

Do... Dohalim... ah... I can't...

[Dohalim just watches Zhongli for a moment, letting him take comfort in leaning his head against his thigh for just a moment. he looks... so pretty, like this. so desperate to deny any pleasure from this even though his body wants more of it]

You say "don't," and yet... It seems like you want more of it.

[the tip of the vine slowly pushes into Zhongli's hole; Dohalim threads his fingers through that beautiful hair again to pull his head up and tilt his head back. amber peers into amber, a dark amusement in Dohalim's eyes]

What can't you do, Zhongli? Please use your words, or I'll put that mouth to better use.

Doha... lim... a-ah-

[that tip eases into him and Zhongli pants, gaze almost trembling as his head tilts back. it seems like he wants more of it, does it?

of course it does. his tail is wrenched just so, and the slow press of a thin vine is anything but unpleasant. he can't even keep from moaning again as the vine shifts inside him, brows furrowed.]

I can't... focus... [oh, but he almost wants him to. just stuff his mouth while he continues to tease him with these vines, drive him absolutely stupid with pleasure.] My tail is too... sensitive... release me... please...

Why would you need focus?

[it's not like Zhongli will be doing anything that requires any sort of brain power to begin with. not when he can easily fuck his mouth, use him however he sees fit, pull him apart until he can't take it anymore. focus? no, he doesn't need it. he just needs to be holes for Dohalim to fill.

it's a good thing that Dohalim had asked for privacy for the next several hours, ensuring that they won't be interrupted. that way, he can have his way with the deity, without the worry of someone walking in on their debauchery. he would rather spare them the sight of Zhongli kneeling in front of him, penetrated with his vines and cock. and anyway, this sight is for his eyes only.

the vines push in deeper, still agonisingly slowly as the other vine wrapped around the tail yanks at it again. Dohalim watches for Zhongli's reaction to it all, to see the deity descend further into desperation, even though his words say differently. he nudges Zhongli's face closer to his cock again expectantly]

I will not be releasing you. Why should I, when this is your punishment?

That...

[He really could just... relax into this, couldn't he? Just enjoy it... but it's supposed to be punishment, after all. Would it be enough to enjoy it and let Dohalim berate him for that?

He shouldn't even want it. He really shouldn't.]

Haaah... at least... my tail...

[It's a trembling plea as his face is nudged closer to Dohalim's cock again. His other hand shifts on the other's thigh, making to move toward his tail again. Maybe... maybe he wants to be bound and forced, as vines tease and press in, deep and strange. Whatever he wants, whatever he thinks, the man leans forward to slide the tip of his cock between his lips, legs shifting, spreading a little.]

[Dohalim catches that hand, and like before, vines wrap around his wrist to bind behind his back to join his other hand. the audacity, really, especially after just saying that this was his punishment. another flash of indigo in Dohalim's eyes and the vine around Zhongli's tail squeezes into a vice grip; any mercy he might have given the deity is now gone. the tendril inside of him slides in deeper, the tapered tip massaging Zhongli's walls roughly. as Dohalim watches him take his cock again, he does have to wonder once more if he can easily split him open. or lift him up and make him ride them like a desperate animal in heat... hm... perhaps a thought for later.

and like before, Dohalim doesn't give pause before he's pushing Zhongli's head back down to deepthroat him once again, this time letting out a hiss in between his teeth. he hadn't realised just how aroused he'd gotten from the attention on his length earlier, and watching the deity bend to the will of his vines. he wants to ruin him once more, reduce him to begging for his cock in him, to replace those vines. maybe he will be merciful. maybe.

but, for now, as he forces Zhongli's head up and down the shaft, the vine in him starts to thrust in and out, slowly. see, he can be merciful...]

Ha-aaah—!

[The sudden grip of the vine pulls a... rather absurdly lewd noise from the deity, so sudden and loud that he honestly almost wishes he'd already deepthroated Dohalim's cock again. His hands tremble in their bonds but don't try to escape now, body throbbing as the vine presses roughly against his walls.

It's almost a mercy to have the redhead shove his head down, eyelids fluttering shut as Zhongli sucks and slurps around it. The vine... the vine suddenly feels like not enough, even as it makes itself at home in his insides, opening him up in a way he could never fathom.

Between his legs, his cock drips and throbs, aching with a surge of want and largely ignored. That tendril works into a slow pace, thrusting in and out and in and his head bobs so very willingly over the other man's cock. It's a little embarrassing, really. Not the deepthroating— Zhongli had shown enthusiasm for that before— but the way his hips shift and squirm, lifting up as his tail curls and his legs spread, welcoming their strange intrusion. It feels so.... good. Deep and twisting. How many would fit? Rubbing and massaging his insides, splitting him open one by one by...]

Mm... mmnh...

[He doesn't really need Dohalim to guide his movements anymore, but that feels good, too. After all, he's asserted his position, hasn't he? Taken control of him with the intention to punish.

That's right. He should be good... he should hold back, shouldn't he? Despite the way he drips on the floor of the garden space, he hasn't earned it... he... ah.

He's so glad he has the Renan's cock in his mouth, else he might start babbling.]

[by now, Dohalim has an idea of the inner workings of Zhongli's mind when they're intimate like this. it's hard to ignore just how enthusiastic the deity can be with his cock in his mouth, and as much as Zhongli tries to fight it sometimes, there's always that moment where he finally gives in. the sound he makes at his tail being yanked on sends a shiver down Dohalim's spine, and he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to hear more of them.

Zhongli really does look pretty performing fellatio, sucking dick like it's all he's meant to do. Dohalim knows he doesn't have to keep forcing his head, but he does so anyway, hand tight in dark tresses as he continues to pull and push at the deity's head. he could make him choke on his cock again, but what punishment would that be if the deity enjoys it? it would be far crueler to deny him that, wouldn't it?

pulling sharply against Zhongli's hair, Dohalim pulls his head back, just enough that he can't easily lean back in to suck even the head. the vine presses in deeper, now thicker as it presses in deep. the vines wrapped around the other's thighs guide them apart just a little more as the one on his tail grips on tightly and continues to pull. Dohalim can't help but watch this entire scene unfold, almost amused at how desperate Zhongli looks, right now. he glances at another vine slowly creeping up behind the deity; little does he know that he has the same thoughts of inserting more than one of his vines. Dohalim has to wonder how many he could fit before Zhongli begs him to stop, but even then, would he? what if he were to split him wide, let his vines tear through him--]

Tell me... How do they feel? How do my vines feel?

[The push and pull of his head leaves Zhongli feeling a little dizzy, pushes him toward that breaking point. Dohalim always tastes so good - that's a fact not related to just this, even - but still. The sensation of it all, hands bound as he's guided over the Renan's cock and his hole is slowly stretched by his vines, is almost too much to bear.

Of course he deserves this. What else could he even want really? The redhead tastes amazing, and he has no hesitation in taking what he wants. Maybe that's the sensation from his tail talking, but as his head is pulled back, strings of saliva stretched from his extended tongue to the head of his cock, it's all he wants.]

Ah... haah...

[His hole stretches wider as the vine thickens, his cock dripping on the hard stone floor between his knees. Thighs shift a little wider, and Zhongli struggles to focus as the one around his tail continues pulling moans and sharp noises from his lips.]

I... can't... haah... [He feels as desperate as he looks, maybe more so. There's a glazed, wanton look to his eyes.] feels... feels so good... want more...

[It's ludicrous to think it took only this much to turn the deity into a slurring, moaning mess. He wants to reach out, wants to give himself a little more, but he did this to himself. Utterly at Dohalim's mercy, he can only plead and beg and moan like a cute little slut.]

[???] sometime later, in the private gardens

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